The Best Man, Part VI (Nik)

Dear Joce,
As the weather here gets progressively worse, so do my spirits with you not here. Every task gets progressively harder without a smile from you upon its completion, and every dream gets progressively more clouded without you to share them with...except one, which of course is the dream of being nearer to you. The front of this card is the perfect illustration of my recent weeks. Every pile I sort through is a wealth of discovery (some good, some not so good) but nevertheless interesting. I miss you so very much, and I love you even more!
Love Always,